There must be a glitch in the space-time continuum, because there’s no way on earth it can possibly be July 20th. Two months of summer are behind us, which can only mean one thing. And I’m not ready for that one thing.
As I’ve said before, during the school year we have to be pretty structured. Our schedule is busy, and great distances often lie between events, requiring Mom’s Taxi Service to run from morning til night. It’s hard sometimes to keep my calm and sanity, rendering me Not So Agreeable. So Being Agreeable About Things has been a top priority for me lately.
I’ve tried really hard this year to make this a “good” summer for the boys. I’ve let them sleep late (otherwise they’re crabby), eat on their own schedule (otherwise they’d starve), hang out with friends til the wee hours of the morning (otherwise they’d be social outcasts). There’s been far too much video gaming, far too little reading, and their rooms – oh, I don’t even want to discuss their rooms.
We’ve had lots of day trips to the beach, The Caboose has had lots of friends at our house, Slick has spent a lot of time at his friends’ houses (the ones who don’t have little brothers).
There has been very little yelling, and I actually watched an ENTIRE MOVIE in one sitting in my own home. It’s been quite pleasant.
The Caboose made a comment a few days ago about my Agreeable-ness. He was quite surprised when I offered to take him to Chick-Fil-A (his fav!) for lunch, even though we were nowhere near Chick-Fil-A. I’m just hoping the lesson isn’t lost on them when I have to resume my other persona.
Alas, I now have the feeling that the end of Being Agreeable is near. There are, in fact, books to read, summer work to be completed, and Doc Martens to be found in a size that I don’t think Doc Martens come in. In other words, I’ve got to get my game on.
So if you hear the screaming from afar, don’t worry, it’s just me. Because these boys have gotten a case of The Lazy this summer. And while it’s been fun getting there, it’s probably going to be ugly getting back.
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